Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 546: Hannah’s Video Call

"Liar," I murmured, my thumb sinking another knuckle-deep into her ass, stretching her tight ring. "Your pussy’s dripping, Julie." My free hand gripped her throat, forcing her to look at me. "You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like a filthy slut in a public parking lot?"

"Mmm—yes—!" she cried, her eyes rolling back as I pushed deeper, my thumb breaching her asshole in slow, deliberate increments. "It’s so wrong—!" Her hips rolled faster, grinding her pussy against my cock as she took more of my thumb in her ass. "But I love it—!"

I chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, as I twisted my thumb inside her, stretching her tight hole. "That’s because you are a filthy slut," I growled, my cock throbbing inside her pussy as she clenched around me. "You crave being used like this."

Julie’s moans turned into broken, needy whimpers as I pressed deeper, my thumb now buried to the second knuckle in her ass. "Aaaah—! Jack—!" she gasped, her body trembling as I fucked her pussy with my cock while stretching her ass with my thumb. "It’s too much—!"

"No, it’s not," I snarled, my voice a whip. "You can take it." I thrust my cock up into her pussy while pushing my thumb deeper into her ass, filling her in both holes. "You want it."

"I want it!" she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her again, her pussy gushing around my cock as her ass clenched around my thumb. "I want it all, Jack—!"

I gripped her hip with my free hand, slamming her down onto my cock as I twisted my thumb in her ass, stretching her tight hole as she screamed. "That’s it," I growled, my voice rough with pride. "Take my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass like the slut you are."

Julie’s body convulsed, her moans turning into incoherent, animalistic sounds as she rode me, her pussy and ass clenching around me. "I’m gonna cum—!" she whimpered, her fingers digging into my skin. "I’m gonna cum so hard—!"

"Do it," I commanded, my voice a dark growl. "Cum on my cock, Julie. Now."

Her back arched, her scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm hit, her pussy flooding my cock as her ass pulsed around my thumb. "Fuck—! Jack—!" she cried, her body shuddering with pleasure.

The leather seat groaned like a dying animal as I slammed the recline button, the mechanical whir filling the car as the seat lowered completely, leaving me sprawled like a king on his throne.

Julie’s pussy made a filthy, wet PLOP as my cock slipped out, a thick rope of cum stretching between her swollen lips and my throbbing head before snapping with an obscene splat against the seat. Her thighs quivered as she lost her balance, her hands slamming against the dashboard, her knuckles turning white from the desperate grip.

"Aaaah—FUCK—!" she whined, her pussy still pulsing from the last orgasm, her juices dripping down her thighs in thick, shameful streaks. The cool air from the parking lot hit her exposed, glistening flesh, making her nipples harden painfully against her blouse. "Jack, what the—NNNGH—!"

I didn’t even look at her.

With a sadistic smirk, I yanked out my phone, angled it just right, and snapped the most degrading photo—my cock, still half-hard and glistening with her cum, framed perfectly with Julie’s spread pussy in the background, her skirt hiked up, her ass still red from where my thumb had stretched her.

The flash illuminated every filthy detail—her swollen clit, the cum dripping from her used hole, the finger marks on her thighs from where I’d gripped her like an animal.

CLICK.

"No—! JACK, DON’T—!" she hissed, but it was too late.

I tapped send before she could react, the message whooshing off to Hannah with a single, cruel line:

"Look what a slut your mom is, baby girl... She begged for my cock in a public parking lot while you were at home. Should I punish her for being such a greedy whore? Or should I let you watch next time?"

Julie’s face went sheet-white, her manicured nails raking grooves into the dashboard. "You sick fuck—!" Her voice cracked, but the words died in her throat as the phone erupted between us.

RING. RING. RING.

Hannah’s name flashed on the screen, her video call blaring through the car’s speakers before I could even silence it.

I answered on purpose, my thumb lingering over the speaker button with deliberate slowness. My smirk stretched wider as Julie’s pupils blew, her lips parting in silent horror.

The screen flickered to life—Hannah, was naked in the bathroom sitting over a toilet seat. Her voice was thick, dripping with need. "Jack..." A breathy moan slipped out before she could stop it. "Tell me you didn’t."

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I let my hand slide up Julie’s skirt, my knuckles grazing the inside of her thigh. She trembled, her legs trying—and failing—to clamp shut.

"Oh, baby," I murmured, my voice rough, "I absolutely did." My fingers found her swollen lips. "Your mom’s been begging for it since we left the house. Couldn’t even wait till we got home."

Julie’s face burned crimson. "Hannah, it’s not—"

I angled the phone toward her, giving Hannah a perfect view of her mother’s flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her thighs quivered as my fingers pressed harder against her. "Not what, Mom?"

Hannah’s voice was razor-sharp, but her free hand had already slipped between her legs, her hips rocking in tiny, desperate motions. "Not true that you’re dripping for him right now? Not true that you let him fuck you in a fucking parking lot behind my back?"

Julie’s breath hitched, her back arching as I dragged a single finger along her slit, the wet sound obscene even over the call. "I.... I-I wasn’t planning—"

"Liar." Hannah’s laugh was bitter, but her fingers never stopped moving. "You’ve been craving him." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you look at him? How you touch him when you think no one’s watching?"

Julie whimpered, her hips jerking as I finally slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right. "Hannah, please—"

"Please what, Mom?" Hannah’s voice was a whip crack, but her own breath was ragged, her thighs glistening under the bathroom lights. "Please, let you keep stealing him? Please pretend I don’t know how wet you get when he’s near?"

She let out a broken little sound, her fingers working faster. "Or are you begging him to fuck you right now?"